You know, you know . . .

What, in the name of God, is this senile old coot talking about? Robert E. Lee in Afghanistan? You know, you know.

Never in the history of North America have we had three presidents, although he’s called prime minister in Canada, who have been this bad, a colossal crisis of leadership. Hold onto your hats.

Why borders matter

Our friend the brilliant British historian Simon Webb addresses the issue of border control here, an important theme to both nationalists and globalists. The former know the importance of border control. The latter do not.

Or likely the latter do, but since they dislike nationalism/patriotism to their bones, they know that border control impedes their goofy, perilous, multicultural dreams.

For years now, illegal immigrants have run unchecked across Western Europe due to the inept or worse governments that are common there. The basic problem is that it is politically incorrect to enforce borders because all cultures “are of equal value” and diversity is a glorious thing, all of which is arrant nonsense.

On August 6, I posted a video of an interview with the president of the Central European nation of Hungary. He addressed his nation’s successful border enforcement. Hungary wants to preserve its language and culture, which is admirable. Poland is now doing the same thing, also fairly successfully. I salute Poland, as should you.

Simon is, understandably, concerned with the floods of illegals arriving unmolested by boat to the shores of England, but his comments equally apply to successful nations’ opening their borders elsewhere, such as the United States where the globalist, dimwit Democrat Party currently sits fraudulently in the Oval Office.

Hold onto your hats or, more realistically, your sombreros. If there is any silver lining here, it’s that those invading the United States illegally are Latinos, not Mohammedans.

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(Speaking of Mohammedans, two books to read are Inside the Kingdom: My Life in Saudi Arabia and Black Wave. The Black in the second title refers not to race but to the midnight burkas Mohammedan women are forced to wear by their masters, i.e. their husbands, brothers and sons.)

Day in September

Though, like most houses, there are four sides to the Hacienda, with one exception, windows face in just two directions. The sole exception is the tiny window in the upstairs bathroom.

We’re looking out that one today.

It was bonkers raining this morning as I looked out that way, so I decided to shoot a brief video, but by the time I went downstairs for the camera and returned, it had slacked up quite a bit.

But I made the video anyway.

That white building you see near the start was topless the last time I opened this window, but someone has installed a board frame under big pieces of laminate. The surrounding greenery is due to months of daily rain. For years, there was a family living on the property, but they vanished one day, and the space returned to nature.

Thursday is market day on the nearby neighborhood plaza, so the two of us, in addition to the daily exercise walk, bought veggies and beef to make caldo de res for lunch tomorrow. I do love a good caldo de res, which I was first encountered in the 1990s in Houston at a Mexican restaurant in The Heights.

Alas, most caldos de res one finds here in restaurants sport very gristly beef, so I include it in my list of grub best eaten at home and prepared by my child bride. Pozole is also on the list for the same reason, gristly beef when others make it. I don’t know if Mexicans actually like gristly beef or that it’s just cheaper to purchase.

Likely the latter.

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The Biden Gang

Speaking of purchases, the Taliban won’t be needing to buy military equipment anytime soon because The Biden Gang gifted them with more than enough for years to come.

According to news reports, the Democrat White House and Woke generals left more gear — guns, humvees, airplanes, helicopters — at Bagram Air Base than the United States gave Israel — the only democracy in the Mideast — in the last 30 years.

So what? At least we don’t have to suffer Trump’s Mean Tweets anymore. It’s a fair trade-off. ¿No?

Taliban enjoying its gifts from The Biden Gang.

Joe’s insurance policy

(The following is an editorial from Sunday’s New York Post.)

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Vice President Kamala Harris’s team canceled press access to her remarks to U.S. troops at Pearl Harbor on Thursday — surely because it feared yet another disaster for the veep at the site of a terrible attack on America, the same day as the horrors in Kabul.

Harris is just too prone to verbal fumbles that pour more fuel on the Biden administration’s fires.

Just the week before, Harris broke into a bizarre cackle when reporters asked about the early stages of the Afghan crisis. And that’s hardly her only nails-on-chalkboard moment.

For example, when NBC’s Lester Holt called her out for failing to go to the US-Mexico border when she’s supposed to be administration pointwoman on the border criss, Harris again weirdly laughed as she countered, “And I haven’t been to Europe!” as if that had a thing to do with it.

The Cackler

Earlier, during last year’s campaign, CBS’s Norah O’Donnell asked Harris if she brought a “socialist or progressive perspective” to the Democratic ticket and got her own burst of the Kamala cackle.

Then the candidate answered, “No, no!” followed by a nervous-laughter-filled ramble: “It is the perspective of — of a woman who grew up a black child in America, who was also a prosecutor, who also has a mother who arrived here at the age of 19 from India. Who also, you know, likes hip hop. Like, what do you wanna know?”

That followed her cringe-inducing interview with Charlamagne tha God during the Democratic primaries. The “Breakfast Club” host asked if the ex-prosecutor opposed legalizing pot; she replied, “Half my family’s from Jamaica. Are you kidding me? Hahahahahahah.”

She told Charlamagne she’d toked up in college while listening to Snoop Dogg and Tupac Shakur — yet she graduated in 1986, years before either artist hit the scene.

Even the high point of her primary campaign proved hollow, when she blasted Joe Biden’s 1970s opposition to forced bussing with her “That little girl was me” memory of waiting for her own bus — when it turned out she was in a voluntary bussing program.

Bottom line: Harris can barely get through a friendly interview without blatant insincerity — she’s as fake as her laugh.

In a weird way, all this makes her a priceless asset to President Biden: Anytime talk starts about, say, invoking the 25th Amendment to force him to step aside because of his apparent mental woes, people consider the fact that she’d be the one to take over.

Harris’ incompetence, in short, is Joe’s job security.